Good old fashioned fucking

Pound
the rebound of hips
wet smacking flesh
in the dark. Tongues. Obeying
the primal call, that urgent screech
of glands demanding
satisfaction. Giving
caution a quick kiss goodbye.a lick and a promise
daring to embrace...enter
the salvation of release Legs and arms a writhing puzzle
Becoming a living algorithm
a heaving complexity of need
fulfilled and fulfilling.